The Path Toward Heaven: Happy New Year 147

　　 Old ancestor Xuanyin has some problems with his mood recently, his nose is getting redder, his hair is getting thinner and thinner, and the time of silence is getting longer and longer. Even the pig's hoof and the pickled perilla leaves can't show him. Smile.

　　 In his opinion, no matter what kind of deep meaning or conspiracy hidden in the real person's letter, it is too risky. If Jing Jiu can guess who he is, then he must do it.

　　 Killing the three of Jing Zhaoliu, the peak combat power of the younger generation of Qingshan will be lost, which will be of great benefit to the revival of the evil way in the future, but what should we do now?

　　 After dozens of days passed, the spring mood deepened, the White Tower was often wetted by rain, and the pine forest became greener. Yin San went to the vegetable garden again, and Liu Shisui happened to be there.

　　 Liu Shisui handed him back a few pieces of paper that had been crumpled, a little embarrassed, said: "The son said... Some take it for granted, it's useless."

　　 Yin San was not angry, and smiled and said, "Really? It seems that he also has a bit of research on Buddhism. Can you help me solve some problems?"

　　 finished speaking, he took another piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over.

　　The meaning of spring is deep, and the summer is naturally coming soon, the cicadas in Guocheng Temple have started, and Jingyuan is no longer as quiet as before.

　　 The white cat raised his head under the eaves and glanced outside the garden, thinking that the same are all cicadas. Why is the gap between these pesky little guys outside and the chilling cicadas so big? They are not behaving at all.

　　 Jing Jiu fell into thought after reading the piece of paper Liu Shisui handed over, and then felt a little annoyed by the cicadas crying, waved his sleeves, and a breeze passed through the hall, entering the forest and prospering, and a moment later the cicadas cried. All ends.

　　 Liu Shisui said: "What am I going to return?"

　　 Jing Jiu said, "I want to think about it."

　　 It takes him a long time to think before he can answer. It is conceivable that the questions on paper are not ordinary questions.

　　People who can ask questions of this level are naturally not ordinary people.

　　 Zhao Layue asked: "That person has a very high level?"

　　 Jing Jiu hummed.

　　 Zhao Layue said: "Why didn't he just come to Jingyuan with you when he was ten?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "Monks have always had a lot of quirks, just like Zen who likes to play with mud and sticks, the abbot of Guocheng Temple rarely comes out to see people, and likes to copy Buddhist scriptures."

　　 Zhao Layue said: "Since that person knows about the immortal urn, he must be of a very high level in the Guocheng Temple. Maybe he is the abbot."

　　 Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "No, he may have been the abbot."

　　 He wrote a reply the next day, and when Liu Shisui handed it over to Yin San, it was already late summer.

　　 After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of the Baishan Zen room and watched the stars all night, while the ancestor sat next to him and shook his fan all night.

　　 He has confirmed that Jing Jiu vaguely guessed the problem of the disappearance of the clouds, so can he believe what Jing Jiu wrote in the letter?

　　 Yin San was silent for a long time, and finally did not reply to the letter, and did not go to the vegetable garden again, so the contact was cut off.

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　　 There are many scriptures in the Guocheng Temple, and there are endless fruits in the vegetable garden. Zhao Layue's realm is becoming more and more stable. I believe that in two years, he will enter the middle of the wild and create another record in the Green Mountain Sect.

　　 The true qi in Liu Shisui's body has also calmed down a lot, and it seems that there should not be much danger in a short time.

　　 Jing Jiu and the white cat slept well.

　　Time passed, and it was another winter in a blink of an eye.

　　 This year’s severe cold, the cold wind from the snowy field whizzed south, and even the Guocheng Temple near the East China Sea was greatly affected. There were several heavy snowfalls. The snowy Zen Temple was exceptionally beautiful and attracted many scribes from the world. Snow, poetry, and painting.

　　 The Great Monk is still obsessed with sweeping the floor, so that the fallen leaves will not accumulate and the snow will not accumulate. The Jingyuan is cleaned up.

　　 Jing Jiu felt a little boring, and brought everyone and a cat into the house from the corridor.

　　 The crackling sound of silver charcoal came from the stove, and the water in the teapot kept purring. Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue sat under the walls on both sides, closed their eyes and practiced breathing. He was holding the cat lying in front of the window. On the bamboo chair, looking at the snow-stained scenery outside.

　　The scenery is confined to a small window, but it has a more profound meaning, because the observer tends to be more focused.

　　 His gaze fell on his left hand, feeling the immortal energy that seemed to be endless and the immortal consciousness that could not be erased in any way, thoughtfully.

　　 In the evening, there was a faint sound of firecrackers in the distance outside the monastery, and then it never stopped.

　　 Zhao Layue asked curiously: "Are these villagers driving away mountain beasts?"

　　 Jing Jiu was speechless, and said: "Deep winter, heavy snow, no food in the fields, wild animals or hibernating, or moving south, what do you do to go down the mountain? The firecrackers are endless. Obviously something happened. Dead."

　　 Zhao Layue was taught and said: "That's how it is."

　　 "Actually..."

　　Ryu Shisui's gaze went back and forth on their faces, and said embarrassedly: "It's because of the Chinese New Year today."

　　 Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said: "Chinese New Year is very lively."

　　 Zhao Layue turned her head, not wanting to answer the conversation.

　　 Liu Shisui took the opportunity to say, "Xiaohe has made a lot of dishes."

　　 Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue rejected the proposal to go to the vegetable garden for the New Year’s Eve dinner. They are now less and less aware of these things, and naturally they are not interested.

　　 The firecrackers kept ringing, even though they were far apart, they could still reach their ears.

　　 For some unknown reason, Jing Jiu did not choose to block the six senses, although this is something he is very good at.

　　Until the night was extremely dark, the sound of firecrackers finally stopped completely, and the night sky illuminated by the firelight turned back to quiet black.

　　 The Great Monk has gone to sleep, and there is no sound or light in Jingyuan.

　　 Jing Jiu opened his eyes.

　　 At this time, the old and the new two years intersect, and the power of heaven and earth is the most prosperous.

　　 Immortal Qi comes from outside the world, and under the suppression of the power of the world, it is the weakest time.

　　 A sword intent emerged from Jing Jiu's body and enveloped the entire quiet room.

　　 He stretched out his right hand, dipped his sword intent, and wrote a scripture in the air.

　　 Then he grasped his left hand into a fist, reached into the scripture, and slowly closed his eyes.

　　 There was no anomaly, like a mud cow entering the sea, and like a spring rain running the night.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, he opened his eyes again and looked at his left hand, with a satisfied expression in his eyes.

　　 "How is it?"

　　 Zhao Layue’s voice rang.

　　 Jing Jiu turned his head and looked around, and said, "One percent."

　　 In the darkness, Zhao Layue's eyes brightened, black and white, very beautiful.

　　 It took more than a year to refine the consciousness of one immortal, which seems to be slow, but it is already very fast.

　　 If you change to another ascetic~IndoMTL.com~ In the realm of Jing Jiu, it is impossible to refine the existence of this level of immortal consciousness.

　　The feeling of admiration was spontaneously growing in her heart.

　　 She bowed down.

　　 This is her first gift to Jing Jiu's disciples.

　　"Happy New Year to you too."

　　 Jing Jiu said, "There is no red envelope."

　　 He has no idea about things like New Year, but he doesn't really understand it.

　　 is like why Zhao Layue should worship herself.

　　 There is no need to talk, no need to explain, no matter how deep the night is, you will know what each other means when you meet your eyes.

　　 Zhao Layue sat next to him, nestled in his arms, looking very attached.

　　The appearance of a little girl like this, no one has ever seen her in her.

　　 The aristocratic lady in Chaoge City has never seen it, the same door in Qingshan has never seen it, even her parents have never seen it, only Jing Jiu.

　　 She will only let Jing Jiu see.

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　　 (The fairy is not a new year nor a birthday, but write less to celebrate... I wish you all good health and all the best.)

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